Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates - Don't Panic lyrics

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f**k the rap game, I won't get it like G

Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E

Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga [?]

Me and gunner, 9th innin', just beat a life sentence

Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face

While your wife stick a knife in your kidney

Bitch I'm goin' crazy, goin' all gangsta

9 milli's slangin', [?]

MAC 11 rangin', jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks

40-50 shots, I'm a clean a nigga's clock

Everybody gettin' whopped when we hop out

Pussy better not cry now

Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by

Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye

No police up in the business when you get a shot and miss it

50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city



What's happenin'? Don't panic, don't panic

We 'bout to... get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic

Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel and nigga showed off

Couldn't use your brain, now you gotta get 'em blowed off

Dog, get a call, everything for the scram

Don't panic, don't panic

f**k bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind

I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine

f**k bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind

I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine



Team strong as a bitch, layin' law down

Everything feel the business, lay 'em all down

Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out

Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out

F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out

This what war 'bout, nigga, f**k that

Meek men is gonna [?], we already died twice

God in my heart when I gave back life

I was coolin', I was tryna live a laid back life

Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave

Real street nigga, no pen to the page

I will beef with you anywhere, any place

Ugly ass btich better fall back

Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat

Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord

Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk



I don't mind doin' time, I'm a doin' time vet

Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet?

BWA, this is not BMF

Everything around me convicted already

Pull my clique together, built it from the inside

Penitentiary rules in effect

You lil' boys go to jail but you don't know how to fight?

Ain't no guns back here, don't know how to make a knife

Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang

I done seen it go bad on the chain gang

Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members

Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga

Seen a nigga on a visit huggin' on his wife

Get back to the cell, he another nigga's wife

Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain't your brother

Come to my respect, I'm a die overnight
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